The Poetry Of Ron Mozart
In recent times, Ron has dabbled with the words and form of poetry. You could say that any song-writer is already an accomplished poet! Ron is no exception.
Words and sounds are his forte.
Let's celebrate another facet of Ron's accomplishments by hearing and appreciating his poems.
July came and went,
I never even noticed it.
I never felt the heat,
It simply came and went.
It was all such a blur,
I fell into patient-mode.
I was all drugged-up,
July just came and went.
People came to stay,
I never noticed them.
Some stayed outside
How time flew.
I love the Sun so much,
I was pining for the garden.
They kept me prisoner,
During that July that flew.
Then I received my chair,
I could be hoisted on to it.
I couldn't wait to go outdoors,
But July had come and gone.
Like an outdoor room,
All amber, gold and aflame.
I sat there to read,
Never noticing the time.
July came and went,
Creeping upon us all.
So much went well,
So much has changed.
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July Came And Went
Now life is good,
Expectations fulfilled.
Challenges ahead,
July simply came and went.
Now for the next trick,
Learning to be patient.
Accepting the status quo
As the Summer disappears.
Remaining cheerful,
So easy to be happy.
Having been prepared,
Whilst July flew by.
The roles have all changed,
The room has changed, too.
Indoors and outdoors,
As Summer hurtles into Fall.
There's time for music,
Plenty time to read.
Time to reminisce,
How July came and went.
Do come and see us,
We have so much love.
We'll share it all with you,
Whilst time flies by.
Ron Mozart
5 August 2021
Iron Lung - Set Me Free
A rather breathless, claustrophobic prose. In a permanent state of incapacity and stillness, one cannot help but feel vulnerable. My desire to jump-up, run and roll around is great.
No Way Through The Darkness
No way through this darkness
No way over that hill
No way of knowing what's beyond that ridge,
Will I have to learn how to kill?
Unlike a race or a trial,
This one's a live one to the end.
No slacking nor no consorting,
A nightmare, no pretend.
A reality that has to be dealt with,
Accepted and understood
An immediate life-changing situation,
With consequences clear as mud.
A surrender of life's liberties,
A delegation to those who know best.
A lifetime spent in patient-mode,
Patience put to the test.
Waiting for the final 'shut-down',
Although my body is fit and well-honed.
So much more to give, so much to achieve,
So healthy and so toned.
So, pause a while and watch the dead man,
As he writes lyrics and composes tunes.
But pity him not, for he laughs a lot,
About the irony that doth impugn.
No way through this darkness,
No way of knowing what's over the hill.
Not knowing what future lies over that ridge,
Utopia or grist to the mill.
Ron Mozart, 31st July 2021
A Tough Reality
History is NOT about what happened, it is about WHY it happened.
I'll never run to catch a 'bus again,
Nor climb those stairs to our bedroom,
I'll never run for cover in the pouring rain.
And I'll never cycle down the lane.
I'll never put one foot in front of the other,
Nor step into our lovely bath.
I'm trapped, downstairs, for ever, now,
But, at least that means that I relax in the garden.
Years ago, I wished that I could stay at home,
Not to have to travel anywhere, ever.
Be careful what you wish for, my friend,
For that wish just might come true.
Lying here, immobilized, hungry, thirsty and restless,
Dependent upon others for everything.
Yet I am happy, in good humour and appreciative,
Of everything and everyone who helps me.
I suppose 'never' is really 'forever',
Acceptance of that is a giant step
To the realization that my body is defunct
And that the rest of my life will depend upon others.
I have to be honest, I do not feel aggrieved.
I do not feel cheated, but extremely lucky,
For I have a beautiful wife who loves me,
And children who drop everything to help me.
I have my music, my poetry and my friends,
All of whom mean a great deal to me.
Jesus died upon the cross to save us all,
I am merely disabled.
So, be cheerful in the face of adversity,
Accept all situations with a smile.
Never might really mean forever
But how long is forever?
Ron Mozart
3 August 2021
Never Is Forever
Years Of Change
The door is open, but it will take years of change.
You couldn't wait for me, could you?
You couldn't wait for anyone, at all.
You were fifth out of eight, I am third,
It wasn't your turn, it was mine.
You thought my songs were funny,
You were right, I laughed with you.
Yet last time we met we had harsh words,
You misunderstood my kind concerns.
If I could only put back the clock,
I'd see to it that your drinking would stop.
I'd see to it that you were seldom alone,
I'd stop you jumping in my grave.
Ron Mozart
10/8/21